Ji Linqiu waited until Peng Xing looked into the room to do his homework before calling Jiang Wang aside.

"Why did you send me a card too?"

Jiang Wang wanted to light a cigarette before answering him, and remembered that he didn't seem to like smoking by himself, so he put down his groping hand.

So we had to face this problem immediately.

"Because...respect." He said the first sentence slowly, and the second sentence quickly: "You have changed me a lot."

Ji Linqiu looked at him suspiciously and seemed to accept this explanation.

"It's not that the stars are forcibly dragging you to write it." He asked him again: "If that's the case... I would feel a pity."

"Why is it a pity?" Jiang Wang finally looked at each other.

"Because," Ji Linqiu was also asked, thinking for a few seconds before answering, "I hope you really want to write me a greeting card."

rather than out of coping.

"Of course I mean it."

Jiang Wang finished answering, as if afraid of having other questions, he left quickly.

He went back to his room and sat at the end of the bed for a while, not knowing what he was doing.

Others didn't want to understand, but found that they didn't want to smoke at all.

Maybe for a long time, he smoked just to escape some problems temporarily.

He probably doesn't need to smoke at all.

The days went by smoothly, and one night Peng Jiahui suddenly sent a text message.

Seems to be in a bad mood when sending the message.

"Boss Jiang, are you free to have a drink with my buddy?"

Jiang Wang was drinking beer to watch football at the time. He neither likes drinking beer at night nor drinking football. He just occasionally misses the life in the next twenty years.

A look at the watch at 11:30 in the evening is not a good time.

After thinking about it, he still didn't refuse.

The place is in a food stall. Jiang Wang has been here before. The proprietress likes to put garlic on kebabs, and eating too much hurts the stomach.

But in fact, the craftsmanship is very good, and you can control the fire to bake just the right amount of burnt aroma.

The wine glass in front of Peng Minghui was already full, and the empty glass was also filled.

When Jiang Wang sat in front of him, the middle-aged man had already drank his face a little, and burped before he could speak.

Jiang Wang came here today and has absolutely no intention of being a nanny for this bastard, just to see what this guy wants to mess with.

It may also be because he was called brother by his father in the middle of the night, so he could only bite the bullet.

"Dumped again?" He said calmly: "You also said that love is not a good thing."

Peng Jiahui waved his hand, taking care of himself.

The beer barrels in the barbecue shop are actually mixed with water, the degree is not as high as the one in the freezer, and it is durable.

After half of the cup was eaten, Peng Jiahui made a speech with a bitter face, and the content was nothing more than how much he was angry in the company.

In the past two months, in order to get promotion and salary increase, Peng Jiahui took the initiative to take on difficult and troublesome jobs to solve the company's problems.

Turning his head, the supervisor above took this achievement as a reward for his merits and deeds, without even mentioning Peng Jiahui.

"Fuck it, it's all for the grandson."

Jiang Wang thought to himself that this kind of boss might have to wear small shoes for you in the future, but he didn't say anything. He only occasionally took two sips of malt beer and listened quietly.

When he sees that his father is not doing well, his heart will be darkened, and his conscience will not be so painful.

After all, when was a child, was beaten so many times that cried in pain. Maybe it was a retribution cycle.

But on the surface, there is no need to get down and hurt a few more words, Quan should accompany friends to drink and drink.

Peng Jiahui scolded him so hard that he even scolded himself. He felt sorry for the money when he drank, and he carefully sipped off the spilled edge of the cup. After all, he didn't get a penny of the bonus.

When he was tired of scolding, he finally rested for a while and looked over as if waiting for Jiang Wang to speak.

Jiang Wang looked at him, but did not speak.

I'm not a Doraemon, I can help you with everything, so just listen to the complaints here and don't interfere.

Peng Jiahui couldn't stare at someone with Jiang Wang's temperament for too long, so he lowered his head cowardly, and said another word in an irritable voice, but his voice was so low that he was talking to himself.

"What else can I do."

The worst thing about becoming an adult is here.

As a primary school student, as a junior high school student, you can ask your teacher if you encounter difficult problems, and you can ask your parents if you have troubles.

However, after becoming an adult, no matter whether the business operation fails or the workplace is not smooth, no one can ask, and no one can rely on it.

Peng Jiahui's expression became very bitter, as if he finally began to understand the world directly after sober, and passively accepted the polishing.

"Should I resign now?" he murmured, "Still follow up and report the problem, or find a new unit before running?"

Jiang Wang beckoned: "Madam, roast five more scallops, you don't need to put minced garlic!!"

The proprietress responded, and with a raised hand, she put another bunch of garlic.

Jiang Wang: "..."

Peng Jiahui was tangled and tired, and finally chose the one that looked the best, and asked Jiang Wang nervously.

"You said, how about I jump to a better place?"

Jiang Wang was noncommittal, saying that he was still listening.

"Yes, change jobs," Peng Jiahui encouraged himself: "I have enough business skills, I can change jobs, I'll do my best!"

He accompanied his father to drink from eleven thirty in the evening to one in the morning.

When returned home, the living room was still lit, and Ji Linqiu was still writing a lesson plan.

Jiang Wang smelled the smell of beer and garlic on his body before entering the door, and then walked in like a dog.

Ji Linqiu didn't lift his head: "Don't ask, I just finished my homework."

"Don't ask, promise not to ask." Jiang Wang raised his hands and wondered if he had complained about the teacher's profession too many times, which made Ji Linqiu so nervous.

However, most of his career is to be a grandson, and he himself said some nonsense when buying goods at the publisher.

Ji Linqiu wrote accumulatively, leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed his brows, sniffing casually.

"Deliberately go out to have a skewer with friends, and don't bring me something to eat?"

"No," Jiang Wang said without changing his face: "Night supper hurts the stomach, I am a very conscience."

Ji Linqiu was too tired to quarrel with him. First, he fell from the back of the chair to the table and was paralyzed for a while, and then forced himself up to write a lesson plan.

Jiang Wang watched for a while, and helped to adjust the angle of the lamp.

"Tomorrow, I will also put a lamp in this batch of documents. The living room is very cozy."

The next day Jiang Wangzhen did this, and Peng Xingwang was so excited that he wanted to write together.

He really moved a stack of homework and extracurricular books to Teacher Ji's side, and set up a third lamp.

The long log table used for the high-profile and gorgeous dinner party has officially become an office desk. The two big and one small group write and draw together, as if they are all working overtime.

Ji Linqiu looked up at them several times in the middle, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Wang didn't raise his head: "I'm busy with my work, don't disturb me."

Peng Xingwang nodded, and after finishing his homework, he continued to read.

It was fine at the beginning, but after a long time, the two adults couldn't stand it.

Peng Xing looked good everywhere, and he knew that he had corrected some of the stinky problems.

I just like to think of books as menus.

He likes to read books, and relying on his family to open a bookstore, he has read all the Chinese texts from grades two to six in primary school.

Then rushed to read the long texts and recommended readings in junior high school, and read it with relish.

Watching and holding a book to read with my brother and teacher.

"—they eat very elegantly, holding the oysters in a small handkerchief, with their heads slightly forward, so as not to stain their robes; then with a quick little movement of their mouths, they suck the juice in, and throw the shells into the sea. "

Blink your eyes after reading.

"Brother, have you ever sucked oysters?"

Ji Linqiu is still changing his English homework: "Oysters are oysters, you have eaten them."

"Not exactly. If you want the unbaked one, squeeze a little lemon juice and suck it again." Jiang Wang touched his chin and said, "It's really delicious when it's fresh."

Peng Xingwang was envious when he heard it, and began to twitch full of hints.

Jiang Wang fully understood what he meant, and refused mercilessly: "It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and it's also the weekend to eat oysters."

Peng Xingwang tried to struggle: "Brother, don't you want to invite Teacher Ji to eat oysters!"

Ji Linqiu didn't give a chance: "I don't want to, Teacher Ji nourishes his stomach at night and doesn't eat."

The child whimpered and collapsed.

Within two days, Peng Xingwang read the book again, and suddenly said that he wanted to eat salted duck eggs.

Jiang Wang knew that this child listened to the wind as rain, and refused decisively with the keyboard.

"It's eleven forty, you should go to take a bath now and go to bed."

Teacher Ji was burying his head in writing the report and nodded in agreement.

Peng Xing hoped that the thieves would not die, and read to them in a loud voice.

"The characteristics of Gaoyou salted eggs are that they are fine and oily. The egg whites are soft and tender, unlike other places where it is dry and powdery, and the mouth is like chewing lime. The oil is much less than anywhere else."

Ji Linqiu's red pen paused, and continued to read as if he didn't hear it.

"I usually eat it, I usually break the "empty head" and dig it out with chopsticks. When the chopsticks are stuck, the red oil comes out. The yellow of Gaoyou's salted eggs is red."

Jiang Wang was concentrating on replying to his emails, and he even tapped blanks and changed lines in the middle, which was basically unaffected.

Peng Xingwang persevered, and read the whole article line by line, reading it with emotion and emotion.

Then come to an abrupt end at the end and look left and right in the silence to see how they both react.

Jiang Wang stood up with a dark face: "I went to the supermarket to buy duck eggs. There should be a supermarket open at this point."

Ji Linqiu sighed and covered the red pen: "...I'm going to cook porridge."

It's really just boiled millet porridge at night. The golden millet is fully stirred and boiled until it bubbles.

When the smell of porridge drifted into the small yard, Jiang Wang pushed in the door with a bag of salted duck eggs, stood on the shoulder of Ji Linqiu, washed and cut the eggs, cut out all the golden and red egg yolks, and arranged them like petals.

Peng Xingwang clawed at the kitchen door and looked in.

"Brother, did you buy red duck eggs from Gaoyou?"

"Grandpa Wang said that Beijing's eggs are not authentic, and Beijing's eggs are light yellow!"

Jiang Wang couldn't bear it any longer: "Yes yes yes! Come and get chopsticks and bowls!!"

Ji Linqiu held back a smile and turned off the fire, scooping the porridge into a bowl.

Peng Xingwang waited beside him and looked carefully at Teacher Ji: "Teacher, are we really eating Gaoyou's eggs?"

Ji Linqiu glanced at Jiang Wang, who wiped his neck.

"Yes," Ji Linqiu meekly helped deceive the child: "It must be." w, please keep in mind:,